How Spiritual Hygiene affects your Physical Reality

“Spiritual Hygiene” is the practice of monitoring the balance between your mental health, physical health, and spiritual health by incorporating beneficial habits into your daily routine to help maintain this balance. 

When we take the time to check in with our Spiritual Hygiene and notice something is off-balance, we are already beginning the re-balancing process by acknowledging the imbalance.

The next step is to identify the cause of the imbalance so you can take the steps necessary to correct the situation. 

An imbalance in our physical body originates from an imbalance in our mental health or spiritual health that has manifested itself into a physical symptom. By not addressing the challenges to your spiritual or mental health, the symptoms can fester and grow into a physical reality.

One of my students recently asked me, 

“When is a headache just a headache, and when is a broken rib, just an accident?”

My answer was, and is, “Never.”

Webster defines an accident as “a: an unforeseen and unplanned event or circumstance. black of intention or necessity.”

Yet, deciding to take action or not take action still has the intention behind the decision.

If the definition of an accident is an unpredicted outcome by one or more parties involved, not that it was a random result of chaos, you could argue, there are no accidents, only outcomes that were unforeseeable by one or both of the parties involved.

Most people define an accident as the result of something being out of their control or some coincidence related to chaos.

But really, an accident is an outcome of a particular series of events not predicted by the parties involved, regardless of their intentions.

I believe in synchronicity, a term coined by the famous Swiss psychiatrist, Carl Jung, which states:

           “…events are “meaningful coincidences” if they occur with no causal relationship yet seem to be meaningfully related.” -quote taken from Wikipedia

I also think there can be accidents. But at the same time, not because there was no intention, but because it was a series of events that led to an accident caused by free-will decisions.

A series of free-will decisions that lead to an unanticipated outcome does not remove the impact of other energetic influences that caused a person to make that free-will decision. 

To put it simply:

Everything happens for a reason.

I know the above statement can feel or sound ambiguous, and often people disregard it for that reason, but we have intention behind everything we do. We just don’t always understand the true intention. 

The last time you caught a minor cold that forced you to cancel some plans, was there anything you were not looking forward to about the plans? Or did something happen later that possibly kept you safe because you could not follow through with the plans? 

To understand the true intention behind an act of free-will that resulted in an unpredicted effect, ask yourself if there is an advantage to the outcome.

Medical science studies what leads to physical disorders and has also become very involved in studying the way stress, or mental pressure can affect your physical health. 

However, even when we are in good physical and mental health, if we do not feel genuinely aligned in our spiritual health, we can still find ourselves in an unbalanced state. Especially if we are ignoring what our heart wants because our mind is telling us we should be doing otherwise. (In my next blog, maybe we’ll discuss the word “should”)

Hearing your heart over your mind can be tricky. However, implementing practices to maintain good Spiritual Hygiene can give a louder voice to your heart so you can decipher the root causes of any imbalance more easily. Monitoring your Spiritual Hygiene will help you build intention towards the desired outcome instead of the “unforeseen” outcome.

Not every unintended outcome or accident is preventable by the injured party, but monitoring your spiritual hygiene can help you by:

1)   Preventing Injury. Possibly preventing an unexpected outcome by being aware you are more prone to that undesirable outcome and taking care to avoid specific free-will actions that could lead to that outcome. (i.e., Knowing you tend to feel sleepy driving late at night, so choosing to stay off the roads at night.)

2)   Minimizing Impact. If the undesired outcome occurs anyway, good spiritual hygiene can lessen the severity or impact of the outcome. (i.e., Not allowing resentment or anger towards yourself or others involved in the undesired outcome to build and cause more pain.)

3)   Promote Healing and Recovery. Even when an undesirable outcome has occurred, good Spiritual Hygiene can promote and help to heal. (i.e., Pain management through meditation versus self-medicating with harmful substances.)

Examples of practicing good Spiritual Hygiene involve multiple forms of self-care, checking in with yourself through journaling, meditation, exercise, and eating fresh, organic foods.

For more information on one of these practices, check out a blog post a friend and colleague, Bonny Osterhage, wrote about how I use a technique I created called Whole Life Journaling to maintain good Spiritual Hygiene. You can read Bonny’s blog here.

Also, check out my YouTube channel for more videos on how I monitor my Spiritual Hygiene, as well as how to cultivate your intuition and other helpful spiritual practices. 

Cultivate and track your intuition with Whole Life Journaling.

Devon Duerr
Cultivate your Intuition with Devon Duerr.

What is Whole Life journaling?

Whole Life journaling is an efficient and effective way to cultivate your intuition.

Whole Life journaling combines your day-to-day life with your body, mind, and spirit. It uses this combination to identify and grow your abilities to intuit, heal, and manifest your true heart’s desires.

As you do this, you identify, grow, and track your abilities while creating your very own record in what I call your “Book of Evidence.”

There is a multitude of benefits to Whole Life Journaling:

  • It designs and encourages a balance between your body, mind, and spirit by tracking your routines, providing clarity through writing, and cultivating your intuition.
  • It keeps your days, weeks, months, and even future organized.
  • It creates one place to keep track of your dreams, intentions, habits, moods, lists, etc. Never go hunting for that little post-it note where you wrote that great idea last week again!
  • It holds space for you to motivate yourself and manifest your pure heart’s desires.
  • Keeping everything in one place invites Divine energy to help you achieve your true heart’s wishes automatically.
  • Including your intuitive abilities in your journal streamlines the information you need to accomplish your desires.
  • The best part! When it’s time to review how far you have come, you now have a book full of evidence proving you have and are using your natural-born intuitive abilities!

A Whole Life journal combines and organizes To-Do lists, Calendars, and your intuition into one journal, thus eliminating the need to maintain multiple journals, lists, and reminders.

Keeping track of your progress through Whole Life journaling is practical and fun!

Whole Life Journaling is not just for venting, creative writing, or making lists. It’s for creating a record of how far you’ve come and what did and did not work.

Most importantly, it’s for identifying your natural-born intuitive abilities and using these abilities to combine them with your daily life.

Incorporating your intuitive skills into your everyday life actively drives energy towards helping you create and lead a life you love.

Get started today by watching my free video “Jumpstart your Whole Life Journal”.

To learn more about cultivating your intuition by working with me, click here.

Energy Fields, what are they?

Our little Ash and me when he was about 10 weeks old.

We feel our animal’s energy when we touch them or when they give us a friendly lick (like our little Ash is giving me in the photo above!). We feel good around them because we are sharing an energetic field full of love.

But if you’re wondering how animal communication can take place without the animal being in the same room with the person communicating, whether it’s you, me or somebody else, then you’re asking “What is an energy field?”.

I use an energy field to connect with animals during all my animal communication sessions, whether the animal is across the room, across town, or on the other side of the globe. There is a wealth of information available in books, classes, and online that goes into a detailed explanation of energy. In this post, I hope to give you some brief examples to help you understand energy fields and possibly spark an interest that inspires you to explore the topic further.

What is this energy field I use to connect with animals? It’s a pathway for communication allowing information to travel from one place to another. It’s all around us, all the time. We have our own personal energy field, and so do animals. But there are also fields of energy in groups of people, buildings, and even words.

We’ve all walked into a room where the people already in the room are silent, and we think, “What just happened? Everybody seems tense.” There is a feel to the room. You are experiencing a shift in the energy between rooms. Your surrounding energy field collided with a different energy field causing you to notice a shift in the mood, tension, and emotions of your surroundings. You received information, without even trying, about the people and the conversation that had recently occurred prior to you entering the room.

When somebody says “I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I know something is off…” They are feeling the energy of information just outside the grasp of the energy field they are currently residing. When they can bring that information into their energy field, that’s when the metaphorical light bulb goes off, and they realize, “Aha! That’s what I was thinking was off!” They have now put their “energetic finger” on the missing piece of information.

We can put our physical finger on an object, in water, or on a person’s shoulder and feel energy too. It’s subtle, but it is there. This is why babies need to be held and animals need to be groomed for them to be socialized. You are sending an energy of love and nurturing their energetic field with this interaction. When somebody you care about gives you a big warm hug, you are physically feeling their energy.

Think about that first cooler day in the Fall. Do you sometimes get a shock from static electricity just by bumping into something? You’re feeling the energy field there too. Energy is everywhere and in all things. Science has proven this through the study of matter and the atoms that form matter. Atoms contain energy. Scientists expand every day on the research involving Quantum theory and how fields of energy affect how we move, think, interact and develop as a society.

If you look at weather patterns and study hurricanes, the energy field patterns are fascinating. Why do cows lay down in the field long before a storm is on the horizon? They can feel in the air the energetic field shifting due to the approaching storm’s energy. They are connecting with the energy of the storm.

Ever had a dream that stayed with you for the whole day or even longer? You woke up, but the dream felt so real that you forgot you were in your bedroom? When we are dreaming, we are connecting through an energy field. Whether we are having a good dream or a bad dream, we wake up feeling certain emotions even though we never actually touched anything physically. We were in a mental field of energy different from the physical energy field of our bedroom. When we woke up, we immediately felt a shift, but the mental energy of the dream stayed with us.

There are many ways to connect and feel the energy field around you. An essential part of strengthening this connection is Meditation. I know, I know, many of you already know this, I can feel the subliminal eye roll out there. LOL! However, others are thinking, “but I can’t meditate, my mind won’t shut off” or “I don’t have time for meditation” or “I get so bored meditating.” I used to think meditation was boring. Once I discovered and began feeling the benefits, I then had to battle the “I don’t have time to meditate” argument. Once I created space for meditation in my daily life, things shifted dramatically. I could feel the energy field faster, deeper, and on a much more intimate level than ever before. Many spiritual teachers refer to meditation as a practice, because it genuinely takes practice. Just like going to the gym every day to develop your muscles, practicing meditation every day helps you develop your energetic muscles. I consider it part of my job to meditate regularly so when it’s time to connect with an animal it is instantaneous.

When I connect with an animal, I am deeply respectful of their energetic field. Just as I would be when first meeting another person. I wouldn’t walk up to a person I just met and give them a huge bear hug. I would respect their space and get to know them first. There may be a bear hug in the future, but I take my time entering their energy field as I would hope others would do for me.

In summary, energy is all around us. When you feel a change in mood, temperature or even sound, you are feeling a shift between energy fields. Energy is traveling through these fields with information. During an Animal Communication Session, with, and ONLY with, your animal’s and your permission, I use these energy fields to receive information from your animal, allowing a pathway for an intense spiritual connection for which I am always grateful to experience. Learn more about Animal Communication here

An Admonishing Horse

Honey and me, Circa 1995.

The semester before I graduated college I completed an internship with a big accounting firm. We were given two weeks of spring vacation before reporting back to school. I spent the break soaking up every free moment with my horse Honey at my family’s farm.

One morning I went out to the stables to get Honey ready to haul to a friend’s place for a ride. Nobody was there but the horses and me. I pulled up to the barn and saw Honey had been turned out into the round pen. She was laying down and looking at her stomach with discomfort. I’d seen this many times before with other horses. It looked like colic, a dangerous and often deadly condition for horses.

Panicking, I ran to the pen and tried to get her to stand up. She wasn’t thrashing around but looked like she might at any moment. When a horse shows signs of colic, the last thing you want them to do is to start rolling around. It can cause irreversible internal issues. I grabbed her halter and placed it on her head. She looked too uncomfortable to stand up, so I just crouched next to her and rubbed her ears in her favorite place. I could see in her eyes she felt miserable. As I started to walk away to call the veterinarian, I saw her begin to move into a roll. I have been around horses since before I was two years old, so I knew never to do what I did next…try to get between a horse and the ground.

In this instance, however, all logic flew out the window as panic took over. Honey’s back was to me, and she didn’t know I was coming up behind her. The weight of her body knocked me back on to the ground as she began to roll, and time appeared to be in slow motion as I saw all four of her hooves in the air just above my head as she threw her full weight into rolling entirely over. I thought I was a goner. Her entire body was about to land on me. The wind had been knocked out of me so I couldn’t yell to tell her I was there, nor was there any time. Just before she completely rolled over, she caught sight of me in the corner of her eye. I could see the whites of her eyes as she froze for a moment. I heard her grunt with surprise as mid-roll, with all four legs flailing in the air, she managed to reverse her motion and rolled away from me just before landing entirely on top of me. Honey’s next actions were astonishing.

I remained kneeling on the ground, trying to catch my breath. Honey, realizing she was about to roll on top of me, stood up and headed straight for me. I was still out of breath kneeling on the ground.  Using the entire length of her nose and forehead, she lowered her head and drove it into the center of my chest lifting me into a standing position. I felt Honey’s concern and frustration consume me. She then gave me another good push and shook her head vigorously as I heard a loud, almost shouting voice exclaim “Are you okay?!” Immediately followed by “What were you thinking?!”

She snorted and stood glaring straight at me breathing heavily. I was speechless, still breathless, and unable to fathom what I had just heard and felt.

I was still the only person at the barn. Did I hear my horse yell at me? I knew I did, but there was no time to question it. Something was wrong with Honey. I told her I would be right back and raced to call the vet. While on the phone with the doctor the sheer enormity of what almost happened and what did happen washed over me. Through tears, I tried to explain how urgently the vet needed to see her. He agreed to come out immediately.

I hung up the phone and went straight back to the pen. Honey was still glaring at me. I hugged her, and said “I’m so sorry! That was so stupid of me! Thank you for protecting me.” She nickered and hung her head low as I rubbed her ears.

I walked her around the pen until the vet arrived. He looked at us in confusion and said “Geeze, Devon, I thought Honey was on her last breath by the way you sounded on the phone. She doesn’t look too bad.” Little did he know I had almost witnessed my last breath moments earlier.

Sadly, this was the very beginning of a tough two weeks that led to Honey’s passing. But I am so grateful we had such clear communication that day and the weeks that followed. The day my horse admonished me will forever remain a turning point in my awareness of animal communication.

From Accounting to Animal Communication

Often people ask what led me into the field of Animal communication. I used my accounting degree for sixteen years in business consulting, investment research and entrepreneurial ventures. So what caused my transformation from such a left-brained line of work to this mostly right-brained type of business I call Build Intention?

In 2015, five years after my grandmother passed, I noticed I was beginning to feel a void. Something was missing. I was not facing any significant challenges at the moment, nothing I could verify as the cause for this feeling. I became very critical of myself and started scrutinizing my every thought, action, and experience.

One lazy summer afternoon, I laid down on a recliner outside to take a nap. As I attempted to fall asleep, the void I was feeling spread, invading my chest even further. I felt nothing. Not happy, not sad, not grateful, not angry, just blank. I knew this was not a healthy experience for anybody, ever. But I could not begin to imagine why I was feeling this way. I knew I was incredibly blessed with my family, home, and work life. “So, what was wrong with me?” I thought to myself.

I stared up into the trees, feeling completely at a loss for words on how to even describe how I was feeling.  So, I just said “God, can you please help me?”. My eyelids became very heavy, and I quickly fell asleep. I awoke to feel rejuvenated and decided not to ponder this “dilemma” any further for the day. After all, it was time to spend time with my family by the pool and enjoy one of the last weekends of summer.

During the next couple of weeks, I began to feel a transformation. I started trying new activities and meeting new friends. I joined the local gym and began attending Yoga and fitness classes with a new level of enthusiasm. I also began taking the time to create. I have always enjoyed editing home videos and turning them into fun short films to watch for entertainment. I even started a private YouTube channel to share the videos with close friends and family. It was a fun, creative outlet. I felt I was moving slowly, but steadily away from the vacant space in my chest.

A few months later, it was the dead of winter. January can feel so bleak sometimes when you haven’t seen the sun for several days in a row. I felt the void try to creep back in a little bit, but this time I was prepared to battle the feeling.

I began setting new goals for myself, my family and my work. I started journaling and reading new subjects. I have always loved gardening, so I dove headfirst into preparing for my Spring garden. Finally, winter gave way to spring, and I spent every free moment out in my garden.

One Saturday afternoon I came inside for a quick nap before heading back outside for more yard work. I easily fell asleep. A few moments later I realized I was in a dream. I was still in my bedroom, lying on my stomach with my head buried in my pillow, precisely the way I had fallen asleep, but I knew I was dreaming. I was awake in my dream. Then I became aware that somebody was gently hugging me around my shoulders. I rolled over to see who was there. Standing next to my bed was my Grandma. She didn’t speak. She just stared at me and smiled an intentional, knowing smile. She looked me in the eyes, and I knew she was there to deliver a message. A message just appeared in my mind.

“Get to work.”

Grandma nodded silently, acknowledging she knew I received her message and then I woke up.

I had received messages in my dreams before. So, I didn’t hesitate to listen. However, it took until the next afternoon to realize the subject to which Grandma was referring.

From the moment I awoke from my nap that afternoon, I was consumed with decoding Grandma’s message. I thought about it the rest of the day, evening and woke up thinking about it the next morning.

Around lunchtime that Sunday, I headed out to work in my garden again and the memory of Grandma’s and my many discussions about animals resurfaced in my mind.

I knew if I kept thinking about it, I would probably find more clues.

I thought of how Grandma started telling me over and over from a very young age that I had “A way with Animals.” I remember I would always shrug and think “Doesn’t everybody?”.

She would listen to me tell story after story about my cats, my horses, my dogs and any other animal I came across, with details about how they felt, responded and even requested things from me. She followed my horse showing career with great interest and often shared her own stories about her animals and animal interactions.

We would spend hours talking about what spiritual creatures animals are and how important they are in our lives. She is the one who first pointed out to me what the word “dog” is spelled backwards. We discussed how we believe animals are superior to humans in many ways, especially in their spiritual connection. We also discussed the importance of spirituality in our own lives quite often, and how being around animals always made it easy to feel closer to God. Ease many people spend all their lives seeking, yet not finding.

A half hour later I was planting a tomato plant. I was kneeling on the ground, digging into the earth when the thought came to my mind…”What if it has to do with all the deep conversations we shared over the years about Animals?”

On a ninety-two degree, humid afternoon in Texas the BIGGEST chills raked from the crown of my head, to my back, and through my legs to the tips of my toes as though somebody had unexpectedly brushed their fingers down my back. I would not describe them as goosebumps, because they were so sudden and so shocking it was almost uncomfortable. Immediately followed by a comforting tingling all over my body. I felt a mental light switch flip on. Grandma was telling me “Get to work….with animals!”I acknowledged this physical experience as confirmation I was on the right track.

Inspiration sprang in my chest. It felt amazing. My enthusiasm was bursting through my skin.  

Over the next year, I continually thought of working with Animals in the future. At first, I kept thinking, “How will I work with Animals?”I brainstormed ideas, daydreamed, researched careers with animals…

In fifth grade, my teacher asked our class to write a letter to ourselves saying where we wanted to go to college and what we wanted to be when we grew up. I said I wanted to go to Texas A&M University, (and I did) and that I wanted to be a professional horseback rider AND Veterinarian. TWO Animal careers at once! Ha! Over the next several years I had plenty of opportunities to shadow veterinarians in their offices and watch them work.

I remember as if it were yesterday, a very poignant conversation I had with my dad one afternoon when I was about fifteen. We were out at our farm spending time with my horse, Honey, watching her graze on the grass around our feet. (She always loved the green I was explicitly standing on and would nudge me over gently as she moved from patch to patch.) My dad would take every opportunity to discuss my career plans with me, and it was getting close to college application time, and I needed to be thinking about my major.

He asked, “So are you still wanting to be a veterinarian? It’s many years of hard school work and can be difficult to make a decent living in the early years of your career.” Dad is a C.P.A., so always practical about financial security. I wasn’t afraid of the work, or lack of a decent salary, but I admitted to him that I hated the way it felt in veterinary hospitals. I told him, “The animals can be so scared or upset. I can’t stand knowing it’s because of something I’m doing, even if though it’s intended to help. But I want to do something that helps animals. Like maybe open up an animal shelter.” Dad said, “well then you would need to know how to run a business. If you get a business degree, you can open any business you desire.” His point made perfect sense to me, so I applied to business school and graduated with my accounting degree.

Fifteen years after graduation I was still doing accounting work, not working with animals. With two young daughters and many other financial responsibilities, I was not in a place to open a shelter. So how could I help animals right now?

One day, while journaling, the answer came to me. Animals create space for people to connect spiritually. Especially for the people who have turned their back on spirituality due to previous painful experiences. A person who would shun the idea of spiritual connection with God might be able to connect again with animals. This was the point of Grandma’s message. By work, she meant to take on the job of helping people connect with their animals spiritually. I knew I needed to share with people the profound ways I connected with animals. And how I connect with intention. I knew I could do this with animal communication.

When I heard the Angels (Part 4 of 4)

A few weeks later I was still debating whether to file for divorce or find a way to make our marriage work. I was getting all kinds of advice from every different direction and it was very difficult to sort through it all and determine my own true feelings.

I found myself preferring to be alone with my horse, Patches, my two cats, Sunshine and Oliver and my dog, Tucker. I had asked my husband to move out and I reveled in the peaceful quietude of being alone in the country with my animals.

I kept worrying, “Am I letting God down again? I said my marriage vows at God’s altar. I meant my vows when I said them, so am I wrong to break them by filing for divorce?” We had no children, my family was in full support of whatever decision I made, and so it really all came down to “What would God think of me now?”

It was early evening when I turned Patches out into the paddock after feeding him. My inner monologue continued the debate, “Should I stay, or should I go? Will God be disappointed in me if I divorce? Am I being short-sighted?” I followed my horse through the gate to spend time with him and as I turned to latch the gate I heard in a clear, yet vibrating voice, very different from my own, “No, you cannot live among this amount of collusion and deceit. Your trust will never fully be restored. This is no way to live.” As soon as I heard it, I felt tingling spread from my head to my toes. Similar to when I felt the Angels.  I knew it was a message for me to follow my own moral compass and do what was best for me. I said a prayer thanking God for his Angel’s guidance and asked him to continue guiding me, promising I would try my best to listen.

After my divorce, I stayed by myself in the country for about six more months. I was beginning to date and enjoying my time as a single person again. My healing journey was very much in its infancy, but I was adjusting well and feeling very proud of myself for adapting to this entirely new life. I began feeling the urge for a change. The urge grew into a knowing. I realized I was being guided to move. It was time to leave the place I thought I would raise my children, grow old, and live out my life.

I found the perfect house…in the neighboring town from my vision. I met my new husband shortly afterward. He lived four streets over.

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When I felt the Angels (Part 3 of 4)

Just before our three-year wedding anniversary, I was devastated to learn my husband and I were headed in completely different directions. The pain and betrayal I felt initially numbed me completely. The day after I learned the entire truth about our marriage I found myself outside kneeling in my garden planting the plants I had purchased a few days before this big revelation. I didn’t know what else to do with myself and the plants needed to get in the ground. I went to work with vigor and determination. After planting all but one of the ten or so plants, I was finally down to the last plant. What was I going to do after this? What was I going to do with myself? How was I going to handle all the things I had learned in the past twenty-four hours?

Then it started. A deep, primal sob began rising up through my abdomen and into my chest. It erupted into a gasp for air. It felt as though my breath had been knocked out of me. My body, racked with pain and involuntary shaking, surrendered to the sobbing. I had never experienced this before. I could not catch my breath. Panic began to surface as the thought, “What if this never stops?” raced through my mind. As my abdominal muscles clenched tighter, I remained huddled on the ground, my arms wrapped around my body, my chest to my knees. Without thought, I breathlessly whispered, “Oh God!” through my tears. It was a cry for help. I couldn’t imagine how I was ever going to get through this heartbreak, humiliation, and grief.

I felt something wrap around me. It felt like the light brush of air you feel when somebody walks past you quickly. But this air, this…energy, completely surrounded me. It was hugging me. As though enormous Angel wings were completely encompassing me. The sobbing stopped. The intense pain dissipated. My breath slowly came back to me. I stood up silently and walked to the house with peaceful automation. I felt I was being led inside, and I watched in an almost out-of-body experience as I went to a phone book and opened the yellow pages to family counselors. I saw two options. I read the first one, some of the pain came back into my abdomen, I moved to the second option, the pain went away. I dialed the number for the second option. A lady answered the phone sounding distracted and in a rush. I told her my marriage was in shambles and I needed to make an appointment. She said, “I am the counselor here and the lady who usually takes appointments for me is out for lunch, but I believe my next opening is not for two weeks.” Silently I thought in despair “Two weeks? I don’t know what to do with myself in the next two minutes!” Then the counselor said, “Actually, I’m going to move my Two O’Clock this afternoon. Can you come in then?”. Relief flooded through my body as I gratefully agreed. I know now, the Angels were working with her too. Thanks to the guidance I received that afternoon from the meeting with the counselor I was able to take steps towards gaining a sense of security I thought gone forever.

I knew the Angels were helping me again. This time I was determined to listen to their guidance. From that day forward the Angels gracefully showed me how to navigate one of the most painful and difficult periods of my life.

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When the Angels sent me a vision (Part 2 of 4)

We married in 2003 and began planning our life together. I had everything I thought I wanted. A husband and a little house on ten acres out in the country where I could see my horses through our kitchen window. I was even working for myself as a small business consultant. A couple years later we were ready to start a family. Or, I thought we were.

One evening I was sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch of our house watching the sun stream through the water sprinkler’s mist as the smell of newly wet grass permeated the air. I was waiting for my husband to come home from work so we could head to a family party. I was watching the rainbows the sprinkler water created just above the grass and enjoying the feeling of the light drops of water the breeze occasionally sent my way. Suddenly I saw a picture of a neighborhood before me. I recognized it as a neighborhood about forty-five minutes away from our current house. I saw myself living there. I froze and thought “How would that work? We can’t move there, there is no room.” We operated my husband’s entire business off our ten acres. We wouldn’t have room to operate out of a neighborhood. I chastised myself for even thinking of such a thing. Then another picture stood before me. It was a picture of my husband about twenty feet away from me. Looking at me and then avoiding eye contact with me. We were estranged from each other. We had no connection and we went our separate ways. My heart slammed against my chest. Thoughts race through my mind. “This would never happen! I love him! He loves me! We will grow old together and sit on these rocking chairs when we’re wrinkled and grey!” I shut the vision down just as I heard the roar of the diesel motor on his pick-up truck coming down the road of our property.

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When I first saw the Angels (Part 1 of 4)

The summer after my sophomore year in college I was going through a few personal challenges and really questioning the direction of my life. I actually felt like I was really letting God down. I knew I was here for a purpose (as we all are) but the path to my purpose was so unclear. I was not excited about my major (Accounting and Business Administration). I had just gone through a break-up and was not enthusiastic about getting out there again. And my beloved cat of thirteen years had recently been brutally killed by a couple of dogs roaming the neighborhood. I was devastated by this sudden loss.

I knew God would want me to trust his plan for me, but quite frankly, I did not feel up to the challenge.

One summer afternoon, after a morning of cleaning stalls at the barn where I worked and boarded my horse, working out, and doing homework, I decided to take a quick power nap before heading to an afternoon class. I laid down on my bed and nodded off quickly. When I woke up a few minutes later I was surrounded by golden light. Standing around my bed in a horseshoe shape were six very tall beings whose heads nearly touched the ceiling. I heard singing as if a choir was holding a note. I was not scared, just bewildered. The volume of the singing came to a crescendo quickly and then abruptly ended at the same time the beings disappeared. I rubbed my eyes quickly in complete confusion. What on earth was that? I noticed I felt lighter. I felt good. I felt energetic for the first time in a long time. I became aware of a thought. The thought was a message: “God is not disappointed in you, God loves you. Go now on your way. You will be fine.”

God had sent his Angels to raise my vibrations to a higher level, but back then I had no idea what raising your vibration even meant, nor did I know anything about the world outside of what we can physically see. At least nothing beyond what formal Christianity teaches. In fact, I’m pretty sure I would have run screaming in the other direction at that point in my life if somebody had tried to explain it to me. I was in college in the middle of the Bible belt. That stuff didn’t fly there!

I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had experienced. I kept asking myself, did that really happen? Did I really see lighted beings standing around me almost blinding me with the sheer intensity of their light? I didn’t dare tell any of my friends, it felt too personal to share. But after that afternoon, things really did begin to change for me. I was happier and enthusiastic about getting back out in the world.

Eventually, I realized I had to tell somebody. It was all too real, and I needed to be able to talk about it. I told my parents first. They told me to talk to my grandma. They reminded me she had seen her guardian angel years earlier when I was still in high school and had begun doing loads of research on Angels after her experience. I remembered her telling me about it, but being the horse-crazy, boy-crazy, teenage girl I was, I did not give it the credence it deserved.

When I spoke to her about my experience she began telling me about all the research and books and stories she had found citing similar encounters other people had described. Most similar was the intensity of the light of these beings. Although it seems they often came in many different sizes. Grandma described the being she encountered as about three feet tall, but also made entirely of white light. No features other than the shape of a head. I knew we had both seen Angels and this knowledge brought me enormous joy.

Looking back at the challenges I faced over the following five years, I am so grateful for their visit. I feel it was a highly necessary visit designed to raise my vibration to an extraordinary level to give me the strength to face the future and remain in-tune with God and myself.

Over the next year, I witnessed the loss of many fellow college students at the hands of a plane crash, a car crash, and the tragic collapse of the Bonfire at Texas A&M University. Not long after, Honey, my horse and best friend since age eleven, passed away suddenly just after I had completed an internship with a large accounting firm. During my internship, I became more and more aware of how wrong it felt to be going into the field of Accounting. Every cell in my body told me it was wrong for me. I had never wanted to be an accountant, but all the other options didn’t quite feel right either. I was good at it, I liked numbers, so I just kept going. Honey’s death clarified my priorities in life.  I did not want to work for a big accounting firm, eighty-five hours a week, never seeing my family. The very thought of it felt suffocating. Life was too important. So, I graduated with my bachelor’s in Accounting and Business Administration the following summer with the intention of taking time to find myself.

Instead, I fell in love. I was swept off my feet… and swept far away from finding myself.

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